This is something new.
Also something old.
I guess memories don't really have an age, do they?
Even if they do, time is relative anyway.
09/03/2014
Floating, I am hearing you call my name.
With my head under water, I'm giving you all that there is of me.
Still, my deep soul is softly asking you to release me.
So, my faithful anchor,
please, let me go.
Let my body and mind move on from the paradise that is the memory of you
